Thoughts on Derisiveness

In the last month there have been two funerals in my family — my sister and my cousin’s forty year old son. It has been a long time since I have met with so many of my cousins — I have nearly 20 — and it has been nice even though the occasions are painfully sad.

It is good to see people you knew and grew up with again.

It’s not like we never see each other. We do as this is a fairly small city and our paths cross occasionally. We just have gone on divergent paths for when I left the church, I left my extended family who still attend regularly and center their lives around the church as their parents did and their parents before them.

It just never worked for me.

I particularly liked seeing my cousin who is nearly the same age as me. We grew up together and went to the same schools, had similar friends, and the rest. Her husband, one of the nicer people you will ever meet, was my oldest’s supervisor in his job.

She has two daughters and a son. Their youngest daughter, and this is the point here, suffers from debilitating cerebral palsy. And though it has had a severe physical effect, it never had an effect on her mind and she has worked hard on her speech so she can speak almost normally now. When she finished high school, she went to my college and graduated with honors and then took her masters in social work.

She is still living home as she cannot find a job. She is well-qualified and has the experience of living with CP to share with her clients. She has lived the life and wants to help others.

Most importantly she is a loving and caring person.

But jobs are tough around here.

I know that some of my liberal friends find it just hilarious that those poor people who have bore the brunt of the economic exploitation of working people are still desperate for jobs for in other areas of the country, there are many more economic opportunities. It must be hard to understand what is happening here though people have been trying to tell you for years.

But I guess it is better to make fun of them and besides, it is not your daughter who cries herself to sleep each night because she no longer wants to be a burden to her parents and brothers and sisters who have always helped her as need be.

I simply don’t find the mocking and derisive comments helpful — in fact they make me shudder.

Yet, Ms Clinton offered more of the same: she could have come and actually talked to people and asked what they needed and done something besides go to places like Flint for a photo opportunity and then leave.

The priority should have been economic growth: NOT more of the same.

So some people — and not nearly as many as you would think — chose to roll the dice and vote for an outlier.

What have they to lose? They have been rolling snake eyes for three decades now. Perhaps some change is better than more of the same?

I think they are wrong, but I do understand the sentiment.

Go ahead, say you are going to hire fifty people for good jobs with benefits and watch the line form in the night with people sleeping in the cold for a chance at a good job. 
 
I suppose to some that is funny, but to me it is just sad.

And the beat goes on.

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